Fires are burning, up the forest
Down along, the Amazon
There's children starving, in Guatemala
They're just barely, hanging on
And I pray they'll find the answer
That there's a way to right the wrong
And Lord while you're listenin?
Could I mention some troubles of my own
I got problems, right here at home
A teenage boy, in Mississippi
Brings his daddy's, gun to school
A little girl, in New York City
Buys cocaine, for Mama to use
My wife is crying, our baby's fightin?
A battle, that she may not win
The doctor's doin?, all that he can
God now it's, all in your hands
And I pray they'll find the answer
That there's a way to right the wrong
Now I'm just one man, a grain of sand
In a troubled world I know
But I've got a problem, right here at home
I've got a problem, right here at home